*
I stand still
writing
among the bare
woods
.
I stand here
observing
my eyes filled
with beauty
.
the sounds of
ducks in between
the church bells
sharp in the air
.
move my tears to
cover my cheeks
such emotional
life will last
.
in nature we live
we are born
again and again
let’s not forget
.
*
a winter wind
shakes the trees
below but not
the terse blue sky
unmovable
.
a prize after days
of foggy times
the brightness
scorches briefly
everything
.
*
fear lives in us
the more we push it
out the more
it sinks its roots in the dark
.
to be able
to recognize it when
we look from its eyes
terrified
.
at life well aware
we don’t understand
what influences us is what
halts my words now
.
*
the garden repeats
itself with no shame
day after day
year after year
it is the ritual of life
honest repetitions
with no aim to gain
simply to be
I learn each day
from these visits
each step I take
wisdom sheds
entering me
imperceptible
it takes a needy
heart to see
this incredible
life experience
.
*
the garden repeats
itself with no shame
day after day
year after year
it is the ritual of life
honest repetitions
with no aim to gain
simply to be
I learn each day
from these visits
each step I take
wisdom sheds
entering me
imperceptible
it takes a needy
heart to see
this incredible
life experience
.
Opening poem of the poetry collection California Notebooks 02
.
*
the volume of the sky
above me and the land
stretching from my feet
.
.
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*
it’s an afterward
moving
.
this of giving poetry
a way
.
to talk about the beauty
lingering
.
unseen
sensitivity shining
.
bright
in our darker days
.
when we
think there’s little
.
to be seen
.
.
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!
*
lets not forget
the improvised song
.
falling from above when
you stop to meditate
.
wings flapping
nervously sounding
.
almost metallic
that clear it seems
.
lighter than
daylight
.
.
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*
let me dance
as the millipede
with no thinking
.
ask me not to
quit nor to explain
turn the other side
.
if jealousy abides
inside as I praise the
sky as the dance floor
.
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*
our venturesome
walks are the cause
me I can’t stay
put too long
.
walking life barefoot
doesn’t scare me
.
it was probably
because grandpa
.
explained everything
to me then – I got it
.
the habit of asking why
exacting answers
.
even when
the questions
are larger than I
I keep on walking
.
.
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*
November 1st early
morning past sunrise
I’m out in the middle
of the deserted road
.
I stop to savor the
moment under a sturdy
blue sky half moon
suspended late up there
.
my eyes running up to
the lengths of the tall
palm trees where only
a bird or two greet me
.
I’ve got a couple of hours
a couple of water bottles and
some mountains to follow here’s
peace before my Sunday starts
.
From the poetry collection California Notebooks 02 now on sale.
.
*
pensive hazel eyes
flickering around
the night where
.
perfumes sail to
the clouds away
.
from the cracking
tiny sound of bare foot
on sleepy grass
.
.
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*
I like to see
things from afar
.
to climb hills or
even stairs
.
see things in
their right
.
importance
little
.
not available
for grabs
.
me up there
where I should be
.
almost gone
totally here
.
.
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*
stand always
at the beginning of things
.
keep that attitude
as your compass in life
.
you are never at the
end it will never be
.
the end of the world
but always for us
.
the beginning
of anything new
.
.
This poem is in the first volume of “California Notebooks”.
To get your own copy click here
.
*
it seems some days
that the sun moves
at a faster speed
.
it raises for a kiss
as I get a cup of coffee
and let the cat out
.
I see them playing
together in the shiny
grass birds may
.
join too as I give
shape to new poetry
typing away
.
suddenly it taps
on the backyard for
a sad goodbye
.
as I sit speechless
.
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